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the_flicTitle: Distraction Interaction
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fbowden
Characters: Al/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied Bottom Draco , bad crack, ostensibly humour.
Word Count: 284
Summary: Complete random silliness with Al and Draco.
Author's notes: Written formaja_liwho requested Al/Draco and the line, 'Your pen is no match for my sword.' *g*
"Put that down and come here," Al huffed, sick of staring at the back of Draco's head.
"Can't," Draco muttered, hunching further over the piece of parchment. "This expose on 'Hagrid's Whore Hut' is due tomorrow morning."
Al yawned loudly. "Boring."
"It is not boring, it is quite possibly the biggest story of my career and - "
"I've got something big for you." Al smirked as the nib of Draco's quill skritched to an abrupt halt. "Yep, definitely big. Hard, too. Big, hard, and ready for action."
"Shut up," Draco hissed, throwing the broken quill down and snatching up a pen. "If you like having a roof over our heads, be quiet and let me work."
"I'd like something over my head," Al murmured, stretching out on the sofa and unzipping his trousers. He listened to Draco's frantic scribbling for a few more seconds. "Your pen is no match for my sword," he said in a growly voice, trying not to giggle.
Draco whirled around. "Bloody hell, would you just shut - "
Al smiled innocently and waved his erection in greeting.
Draco groaned. "Of course my pen is no match for your sword, I don't go around sticking Biros up my arse, do I?"
Al conjured some lube and stroked the length of his shaft. "I should hope not, or I'll be out of a job."
Draco ran an agitated hand through his hair before scraping his chair back from the desk and stalking over to the sofa. "Oh, I'm a job now, am I?" he sniped, unbuttoning his robes and eyeing Al's huge prick, "Well let me assure you, Potter, that is one redundancy package you're never going to be offered."
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Author:
fbowdenCharacters: Al/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied Bottom Draco , bad crack, ostensibly humour.
Word Count: 284
Summary: Complete random silliness with Al and Draco.
Author's notes: Written for
maja_liwho requested Al/Draco and the line, 'Your pen is no match for my sword.' *g*"Put that down and come here," Al huffed, sick of staring at the back of Draco's head.
"Can't," Draco muttered, hunching further over the piece of parchment. "This expose on 'Hagrid's Whore Hut' is due tomorrow morning."
Al yawned loudly. "Boring."
"It is not boring, it is quite possibly the biggest story of my career and - "
"I've got something big for you." Al smirked as the nib of Draco's quill skritched to an abrupt halt. "Yep, definitely big. Hard, too. Big, hard, and ready for action."
"Shut up," Draco hissed, throwing the broken quill down and snatching up a pen. "If you like having a roof over our heads, be quiet and let me work."
"I'd like something over my head," Al murmured, stretching out on the sofa and unzipping his trousers. He listened to Draco's frantic scribbling for a few more seconds. "Your pen is no match for my sword," he said in a growly voice, trying not to giggle.
Draco whirled around. "Bloody hell, would you just shut - "
Al smiled innocently and waved his erection in greeting.
Draco groaned. "Of course my pen is no match for your sword, I don't go around sticking Biros up my arse, do I?"
Al conjured some lube and stroked the length of his shaft. "I should hope not, or I'll be out of a job."
Draco ran an agitated hand through his hair before scraping his chair back from the desk and stalking over to the sofa. "Oh, I'm a job now, am I?" he sniped, unbuttoning his robes and eyeing Al's huge prick, "Well let me assure you, Potter, that is one redundancy package you're never going to be offered."
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